That’s the best move you can make. Finding a good physical therapist took me more than a year after I had my car accident. I went through 5 or 6 before I found someone that made me feel confident about the therapy regime.
Happy Birthday, BooFae!
Morning! Awake and caffeinating at my desk again. I ended up going to bed quite early last night – 10:30pm. I normally don’t sack out 'til midnight, but I was particularly tired last night so we turned in early. Good thing, 'cos I don’t feel too badly this morning. It’s still cold out (-14°C) but there’s no wind and it’s bright and sunny out so it’s survivable, and it’s supposed to get up around -5°C today, and for the weekend it’s supposed to perform a neat trick by completely switching gears into the upper single-positive-digits. Ah, that wacky Canadian weather. It’s those coal-powered plants in China and India, I tell you. It’s turned the weather schizophrenic.
Heff - I ain’t breakin’ out anything but my long johns in this weather. Not 'til at least the weekend, anyway. 
BioTigs - Hey, we had it pretty good this past January, with weather rarely dipping below the freezing point and often into the double-digits (°C) for the first two weeks. This weather is just payback for ol’ Bastard Winter’s tardiness. He hates being late to a party. I’d just like to know who keeps inviting him.
HAPPY BIRFDAY TO 'ER OVER THERE!
heffy, gt’s right. The only nick she forgot is the original one bestowed by our dearly-departed rue, which was “tuppy.” Kinda sounds like a plastic lunch container, doesn’t it? 
rosie, doesn’t it bother you not to move around? I’d be losing a lot of sleep if I couldn’t flip several times a night.
taters, what you need to do is take down that sign over your desk that says “competent.” Then practice the hairy eyeball. The HE is a cross between :dubious: And :mad: and is guaranteed to cause coworkers extreme anxiety and possible serial nightmares.
Okay, now a client wants us to set up a toll-free number for their property in the Dominican Republic. I don’t have a clue where to start.
Back later.
Tupug
Did someone mention sandwiches somewhere? I’m getting Google ads for Chicago Italian beef and Panini sandwiches. And AreYouASlackerMom.com. What’s up with that? Normally I ignore the ads, but these are just weird.
Anywho, that sucks about work, Taters. It’s bad enough when you’re dealing with ragin incompetence, but when management won’t back you up and help you to push back on the other team… well, updating your resume doesn’t seem like a bad idea.
I’m sorry to hear about your friends Haze and SCL.
I went to happy hour with a couple coworkers last night. (Wow! I’m becoming almost sociable!) It started out with a mixed group but ended up being just the “girls.” Which was kinda cool. I’ve always been one to hang out with the guys and all my close friends are guys but I had a really good time. It’d be nice to have some girl friends.
Quickly, as I drive by…
Happy Birthday Frightening Impish One!
~Happy Birthday, BooFae!~
Oh, how do I hate finals week, let me count the ways.
They’re showing Hitchcock’s Birds today at the school theater. I really want to see it, but I have a sh*tload of work to do… hm. Killer birds VS paper on modernity in colonial Korea. Tough call.
Me: “Mindfield speaking, can I help you?”
Him: “Yeah, do you sell chainsaw pants?”
Me: [scanning the question to see if maybe I had misheard, because the term “chainsaw pants” was wholly unfamiliar to me – made me want to giggle a little, acutally – and I was sure there couldn’t be any such thing. I couldn’t come up with a suitable homonym, so I had to ask.] “Chainsaw pants?”
Him: “Yeah. Chainsaw pants.”
Me: [Alrighty. “Pants” must be a euphemistic name for some kind of safety guard or cover for chainsaws or something, but I don’t want to show my ignorance here. Fortunately I won’t have to as I know we don’t sell anything like that, so…] “Um, no, sorry, we don’t carry anything like that.”
Him: “Oh. I thought you carried chainsaw pants and clothes 'n stuff.”
Me: [Ah! Actual, literal, pants. For use when operating chainsaws, I suppose. Definitely don’t carry that stuff.] “Nope, sorry, just chainsaws themselves.”
Chainsaw pants. Must have a reinforced waist or something to hook chainsaws onto or something. Still makes me want to giggle, though.
Note to self: Do NOT skim the MMP. I thought this said, “I felt the bag etc”
And all I could do was this: :eek:
Many happy returns of the day, Boofae. Stop by Chicago on your way west–we’ll have a drink and a natter.
I have work to do today, but it’s work I want to do (and how often can any of us say that? I ask you).
Sorry about your friend, Haze. I, too, had an old friend die from alcohol–we had lost touch, but I still had a small crush on him. Ah, Mike…
The knee thing sounds more painful than the actual surgery. Ouch! Enjoy your drugs while they last.
It’s kind of a raw, bitter day out there, for March. See, I love winter and all, but March to my mind should be kite flying and daffodils–not sleety-snow pelting your face like rocks with a wind that cuts right through you. I am most particular about my months–and Mother Nature is falling down on the job. <glares out window, to what purpose, I know not).
Everyone say it with me now … BAND NAME! 
So as of about 20 minutes ago I am officially done with classes for the winter term. Weird. I have to finish one more homework assignment, due today at 4 pm, and then the studying begins in ernest. [del]Or in Frank, I’m not too particular about it.[/del]
rigs, you’re not alone. I first read that as “I felched the bag” :eek: :eek:
Oh and of course, HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOO FAE!!
And now, to work! poof
Hey, ScareyFairie, you’re being wished a happy birthday over on NADS!
dogbutler, you’re a guy? Really? I didn’t know that! 
Thanks for the welcome, Heff! “Heff” makes me think Heffner, though, really. Ew.
gt, maybe I will!
Serious lumberjack stuff…
Actually, they’re more like double-front carpenter pants, but with a layer of kevlar, so a wayward chainsaw will take two microseconds longer to chew through your pants and into your leg. But, that can be all it takes between a nasty flesh wound and cut to the bone.
A very similar item is cutting or logger chaps, which would be worn over pants, rather than being part of pants.
Hi guys - thanks for the birfday wishes, I’m having a good day so far! Went shopping with mother and managed not to kill anyone (yes, that’s how much I hate shopping), saw her onto a train home and then headed back myself.
Now I’m going to have a nice long soak in the bath before 'im indoors gets back from sunny Wigan and we head to see friends and sink a few beerverages.
Happy Birthday, BooFae!
Chainsaw Pants, what all the fashion and safety conscious chainsawers are wearing. See our complete collection of f-aaaaaa-bu-lous chainsaw fashions. I should go into advertising. 
I’m a tahred bear. I’ve been doin’ yard work bein’ as it’s a bee-yoo-ti-ful sunny day about 75 degrees Amurrkin as I post. I Joan Crawfored the shrubs in front of the cave and spread weed and feed on the yard. I also cleaned the pool and washed down the concrete decking around the pool. Supper tonight is jambalaya, garlic bread and a sallit. The jambalaya is a part of what I made to take to brunch on Sunday. It makes a huuuuge pot, so I saved part of it for supper one night this week. Tonight’s the night.
Snakes I’d like to be there on the 17th, but that is St. Patrick’s Day. That means I get to spend the day [del]drinkin’ beer[/del] cookin’ at the church (that just so happens to be St. Patrick’s Episcopal Church) so’s we can have our big St. Patrick’s Day feast of corned beef and cabbage, Irish stew (Official name, St. Patrick’s it’s Irish because we say so stew), rich, creamy smashed N.O.T. and Irish soda bread. Followed by whatever desserts people bring in. Oh and green beer. I get to cook in our brand new spiffy commercial kitchen! I’m so excited! I lead such a boring life don’t I!
I think I need a nap.
Happy Birthday, BooFae!
So, how old are you anyway? I know, I have no manners…
I went to lunch by myself today. Everybody always wants to go downstairs to the cafe, but their food pretty much sucks. No seasoning, soggy… So I went over to Chili’s with my magazine and had Southwestern eggrolls. I ate them all, and I am stuffed and ready for a nap. I actually was sorta dozing when my cube neighbor came clicking up in her high heels and asked how I was doing! I’m awake, I’m awake!
This work stuff is no fun at all. They are changing all the standards and I don’t know what they are. Very annoying. Is it Friday yet?
I saw a picture of BooFae on the Doper picture thread. She’s young and gorgeous … I’d guess 25~ish? (Please, please, please let that be somewhat right …) But anyway, Happy birthday to you!!
I got my hair cut and I feel totally sheared. I hate the sheared feeling. My hair usually pouts about a week after a cut before it starts behaving again, and I feel all Sinead O’Connorish in the interim.
gotti - Ah! Now it makes a little more sense. I’m not a lumberjack (but I’m still okay) nor have I spent time around any lumberjacks, so of this sort of thing I know nothing. (I’m from Barcelona!) [sub]Yes! Two degrees of Monty Python in one sentence.[/sub]
Swampy - Hey, those chainsaw pants have “a ventilated rear area for your comfort.” SNERK!
I’m so immature.
I’ve also got to try making jambalaya. I’ve always wanted to, just never thought about it. Maybe I should have a go at it this weekend. Or maybe next weekend – the start of my vacation, when I’ll have lots of time to shop for ingredients and make a proper pot of it.
Happy Birthday, BooFae!
and a belated
Happy Birthday, Olives!
I’m off to find another bag to knit/crochet. No more felting! Once the old one is dry, I might post it. It’s possible that it’s not as hideous as I think it is. I have silk yarn that would be wonderful in a little evening clutch, only the person I’m knitting for isn’t an evening clutch sort of gal. I think this is a good compromise. Now I just need the yarn and the handle. I have until 3/19 to get it in the mail.
Mork, you always put a smile on my face. . .chain saw pants. hehe.
I looked it up the second I saw the post but should have known that swampy would beat me to it. So that’s the third time that swampy has beat me to a punchline. And yes, I’m counting. I love that about this place. I’m not the only one thinking something. That’s comforting, right?
swampy, you seem to have boundless energy. Please pass some of that this way. I feel like a slug in comparison.
TA, yeah, Heff reminds me of Heffner too and since I’m female, I’ve got no viagra.
Haze, Good luck on your finals! I hope your procrastination skills are worse than mine.
Happy BooFae Day!!!
I had a great class last night. I threw 5 mugs which just about matched - first time I was able to make something that resembled a set! And I pulled 5 handles, then wrapped the whole lot up to stay damp till tomorrow when I attach the handles to the mugs. I want to come up with a way to decorate them - since the mugs are so big, I was thinking a big toothy grin and BIG caffeinated eyes.
I came home to find pee on the carpet - Scruffy is back on The List. Yesterday she pooed, but she went in the basement, and cleaning poo off concrete is easy. Scrubbing pee off carpet is less easy. Stoopit dog.
It snowed today, but it ended and dried pretty quick hereabouts. **FCD ** called and said it was snowing when he left the DC area, although the roads were just wet. So that was good.
I heard from my new team leader - he sent me a list of training he wants me to have, including one TEN WEEK course!! Methinks he’s dreaming, especially if this is just a 6-month project. Mebbe it’s longer and I misunderstood. Anyway, it’s way different from my last project in scope and the area I’ll be responsible for - another learning experience. It won’t be nearly as much fun, tho. Oh well - pay’s still the same.
Speaking of PT, the first place I went for my shoulder was a joke. In 4 visits, they put me thru maybe 3 exercises, and mostly they just left me alone in the room. They also got all over my case when I told them I’d raked my yard one afternoon. I didn’t feel like they were making any progress, so I left. Shortly thereafter, I saw an orthopedist who was aghast at the condition of my shoulder and sent me to a different PT place, and what a difference!!! They started me with a regime of 6 or 7 exercises, and worked with me very closely monitoring my progress, increasing reps or weights, as well as hands-on stretching to work on my range of motion. I was with them (I think) 14 weeks, 2-3 times a week, and they were amazing! Now that I know what real PT is about, I’ll never go back to the bad first guy.
Dinner out? Dinner in? Pizza? Decisions, decisions…